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| Ph.: Katarina Peterke |
I imagine the beginning of the 20th century. The three abandoned chairs are waiting for three ladies in fine gowns and with little hats that just arrived from Paris to sit down and enjoy the view for just a few minutes before they continue their walk around the fortress and probably, after a chatty afternoon, meet their husbands to drive them home in a horse-drawn carriage.
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| Ph.: Katarina Peterke |
A fiest in the Middle Ages. The musicians are playing, there is this uge pig on the table and a really oversized king is the first to take a bite or two. The first drunk jesters are already lying under the table and on the outside very sophisticated ladies bare their rotten teeth when laughing. The cutest guest is, of course, a little dog - white, with brown spots, who eagerly waits for a bite to find his way into his snout.
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| Ph.: Katarina Peterke |
There is something mysterious about this place. Guarded by the tripartite tree, the well seems to tell a silent story, probably a story of grief and sorrow. But it cannot easily be heard.
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| Ph.: Katarina Peterke |
Somehow there is always something inspirational about trees. The image of life in spring, they turn to images of loneliness in winter. But for sure they always offer a suitable seating accomodation for birds. And for cats that need to be rescued.
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